This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Zayn, a poor restaurant cook is considered garbage by everyone including his beautiful actress wife and her family. She cheats with a rich director, flaunts it in his face and kicks him out. However, his life takes a drastic turn when he receives a call where he is told,"Second young master Sultan, your father wants you to come home."

"You again?" Sarah’s cousin sneered. "Did you crawl here on all fours, or did they finally give lapdogs valet service?" "He’s not even a real husband," her aunt scoffed. "Just a walking charity case with no bark, no bite, and no balls." Everyone laughed. Michael Thompson just stood there—torn shirt, bruised face, holding a cracked phone and a hospital bill he couldn’t pay. It was their anniversary. His wife didn’t answer his calls. His mother was dying in a hallway. And he had exactly $7.83 in his bank account. But then… the black cars pulled up. The woman in a designer suit bowed to him. And everything changed. "Forgive our delay, Young Master Sterling," she said, handing him a black card with no limit. "Shall we pay the hospital… or purchase it?" Turns out, Michael isn’t just some loser son-in-law. He’s the sole heir to a QUADRILLIONAIRE dynasty—one powerful enough to make world leaders blink and billionaires beg.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

"I've taken the time to read it, in fact, you are the real legitimate daughter of the Lincoln family. The current madam Dawn in the Lincoln now actually used to be your mother's bride servant girl and your younger sister is the illegitimate daughter of your father and the bride servant girl right? Unfortunately, your brother died tragically ten years ago and your mother took you to America in distress. Hence, the bride servant girl and the illegitimate daughter became legitimate members of your family, nobody could take this aggravation, if this happened to them, huh?" Richard whispered in her ears. She clenched her fist tightly but kept a straight face, she must not fall to this shameless man scheme. The first time they met, she caught him murdered the woman beside him, He kidnapped her and tied her hand with a cuff and tied his own hand with a cuff. The second time was when he crashed into a ball happening in her family. He lied to a receptionist that she is wife, which she is not. Shameless bastard. "How about we make a deal?" "Not interested" They made a deal together. She helped him find evidence of his father's death and Militaru Governor Albert evil corruptions in return he unveil the mystery about her brother's death and protected her in return, They fell in love with each and live in peace while scheming. Everything changed when he found pictures in which her father was also part of the set of people who killed his father

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

The birth of Castro was prophesied by a monk. It was prophesied that he would be birthed with a nefarious fate; he would kill the president of his country, marry all the daughters of the president and kill his guardian. The president ensured that he was killed at birth with his mother, alas, destiny can never be rebutted - Castro was risen by the monk who predicted his birth and nurtured. He learnt of the president’s evil act and vowed to seek external power, won his heart and devour him. Amidst that, he contracted Vampire venom. The president and his accomplices began to run helter-skelter when death became their sole subordinate.

A loser in real life. A man who can't support his family. A man oppressed by rich and powerful people. Betrayal, secrets, and a legacy of power, Mark Julius life is turned upside down when he discovers his true identity as the heir of the Blackwood Family who ‘s legacy proceeds all others. How would he repay those who trampled on him and called him names? He must protect his family legacy as well as his wife, Felicia Feathering whose family is against him at will and would stop at nothing to make him nothing.

“Sign the divorce papers, I’ll make sure you’re compensated - ten million dollars. You can live comfortably when you get out of here” Those were the words that shattered Adrian Kane, once a devoted husband but now dismissed as a dead weight by the woman he gave everything to. She wanted freedom but when the table turns and the truth about his hidden identity surfaces, it’s Elena who must face the man she underestimated, and the truth that the husband she threw away is the one man she can’t afford to lose.

In the underworld of ruthless power and unforgiving loyalty, I made an oath that would bind me for life—a blood oath sealed by vengeance, desire, and a woman who became my most dangerous weakness. They call me a monster, a king in a kingdom built on violence and fear. But I never asked for this life. I only wanted to survive. Then she walked into my world—fiery, untamed, and brimming with secrets. Our bond was meant to be temporary. A flash marriage. A simple alliance in a world where trust is a currency no one dares to spend. But with her, everything changed. The Mafia doesn’t forgive, and neither do I. She’ll learn that soon enough as I drag her through a storm of betrayal, bloodshed, and passion she never expected. Our marriage may have been a lie, but my hunger for her is very real. Now, we’re both trapped by an oath we can't escape, each step we take pulling us deeper into a world that only one of us will survive. And in the end, the savage honor I live by might just be the death of us both.

"Lord! Our Godly Supreme! You are still alive!" --- They sent him to the battlefield to perish. He lived. They called him deranged, locked him away, and forgot him. They should’ve killed him when they had the chance because now, the Godly Supreme has returned, and it is time to pay what they owe!